Page 149 of Grand Love

The sound that leaves me as my orgasm rips through me is feral, unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, and I can feel Mason’s smile against my cheek as he lets me come undone in his arms. “Fuck. How long has it been?!”

My head drops back to his shoulder, my body still shaking. “Too long.” I pant.

Lifting my chin with one hand, he kisses me slowly, easing his fingers through my folds and spreading my orgasm all over me. My body quivers and ripples under his touch. He rolls his hips into me, rubbing himself deeper, harder, until the friction alone isn’t enough.

“Turn around.”

I spin and his mouth hungrily drops to my lips. “Mase,” I beg, needing so much more.

“Patience,” he rasps, his hand held in my hair as he manipulates my neck to gain better access to my throat.

He lifts me back onto the piano, removing my thong and sliding my legs over his shoulders. “Mason, no! Please!”

The heat of his mouth makes me lose all my fight. I drop back to the piano on my elbows and watch as he looks up at me from between my thighs. His tongue lashes against my sensitive folds, tracing every inch of me as if it’s the only chance he’ll get.

“I never forgot how good you taste.”

He swirls his tongue around and over my clit.

“Sometimes.” He draws it between his teeth, making my hips buck against him. “Sometimes I’d swear I could taste you. I’d wake up from a dream and would still be able to feel you on my lips.”

My hands go to his hair as I ride wave after wave of pleasure that floods through me, rubbing myself over his mouth and chin as I near the edge of insanity.

He continues to suck my sensitive flesh long after I come down from my high. I’m limp when he finally lets me up, my body sated and probably not ready for what’s to come.

“What did you do,” I say, gingerly lowering myself to the floor.

His mouth glistens in the moonlit room and in that moment, he looks like a wild beast that’s just feasted on his prey.

Licking at his lips, he starts on his belt buckle. “On the bed.”

I. Am. Not. Fucking. Ready.

Crawling up the bed, I lie on my back and watch as he lowers his boxers. He moves himself up the bed and my eyes drop to his cock, heavy and thick. “It’s been too fucking long, Angel.” He pumps himself three times, his throat working as he swallows.

“When was the last time?” I ask, frowning.

“It doesn’t matter.”

It matters to me. I stop him as he climbs over me. “Mase.”

“Nina,” he warns. His cock brushes my stomach, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

“How long ago—”

“I didn’t,” he snaps, nudging the head inside of me. He looks down at where our bodies meet, and I clench around him.

“What do you mean?” I moan.

“I haven’t. Not… Jesus Christ, Nina.” He pinches his eyes tight. “Are we really doing this now?”

I nod.

He pauses, his jaw ticcing as he slowly slides into me, making my walls ache as they stretch around him. “This is the only pussy I’ve been inside of since the night I took you in my bed.” He rolls his hips, putting himself right down to the hilt and brushing my pelvis.

My eyes flutter close. “Meaning?”

“Meaning I only ever had anal sex, Nina.”

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